When I am ill I go to bed
And on the pillow lay my head.
The doctor comes around and says:
“Dear me. Whatever can the matter be?”
He feels my pulse and sees my tongue.
He tests my heart and then each lung.
He asks how old I am and then,
He takes his paper and his pen,
And makes the note of things that taste
So horrid that I’m sure it’s waste
To take them. But he says: “Each noon
Take this and you’ll be better soon.”
This is the house that Jack built.
This is the malt that lay in the house that Jack built.
This is the rat that ate the malt that lay in the house that Jack built.
This is the cat that killed the rat that ate the malt that lay in the house that Jack built.
This is the dog that worried the cat that killed the rat that ate the malt that lay in the house that Jack built.
This is the cow with the crumpled horn that tossed the dog that worried the cat that killed the rat that ate the malt that lay in the house that Jack built.
This is the girl that milked the cow that tossed the dog that worried the cat that killed the rat that ate the malt that lay in the house that Jack built.
This is the boy that loved the girl that milked the cow that tossed the dog that worried the cat that killed the rat that ate the malt that lay in the house that Jack built.
ONE THING AT A TIME
Work while you work, play while you play,
That is the way to be happy and gay.
All what you do, do with your might.
Things done by halves are never done right.
One thing at a time and that done well
Is a very good rule as many can tell.
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